#project protect loki

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Well, hello 🤩

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I am often curious were I am in a scale of Loki apologism falls compared to the rest of the fandom. Maybe I will do a post someday.

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Loki is eldest daughter coded you cant change my mind

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Unpopular Phase 4 & 5 Opinions

Quantumania is the worst Phase 4/5 movie. And it wasn’t even because “kang got beat by ants.” (I liked kang in this movie). It’s just that the Spy Kids aesthetic & bad acting & overall weird vibes just weren’t for me.

Love and Thunder is no worse than Ragnarok. I would argue that it’s better in a lot of ways, actually. I really liked it.

Taika Waititi ruined thor with bad humour all the way back in Ragnarok tbh, but y’all weren’t complaining about it then 😒.

BuckySarah is better than sambucky every day of the week.

The Marvels was a good ass movie & they’re one of my favorite teams in the mcu. I’ll never forgive cbm sites & online dudebros for killing the hype from the moment the film was announced.

I adore America Chavez & Kamala Kahn and I want to see them in everything. They must be protected at all costs.

Multiverse of Madness had shitty characterisation & basically just copy-pasted the ‘grief made me go off the deep end & hurt people, then I realised and stopped myself’ storyline from Wandavision… but Wanda was extremely selfish & apathetic to other people’s suffering from the time she was introduced in the mcu. MoM didn’t make her like that.

Wanda should’ve been looking for Vision (her actual real life boyfriend whom she spent years with irl) in MoM instead of the kids that weren’t even real that she spent like a week using as characters in her sitcom.

Making everyone forget Peter Parker wasn’t profound or poetic in any way- it was just frustrating and needlessly cruel.

I’m begging marvel to understand that heroes don’t have to be in constant suffering to be heroic & villains don’t have to sacrifice themselves to achieve redemption. Let characters heal and atone, you absolute weirdos.

What If…? is the most boring show ever. I’d rather watch Secret Invasion or She-Hulk.

Season 2 of Loki is, in a cinematic & artistic sense, the best marvel project period.

Loki season 1 was meh- more of a fun au than anything because his characterisation kinda sucked. Season 2 fixed it, though, and made it way easier for me to incorporate this version of Loki back into the larger mcu.

Having Steve stay in the past with Peggy was stupid af.

I don’t hate Peggy (or Captain Carter), though. I actually think she’s pretty cool.

I don’t really love Steve. He’s arrogant & they never really let him have flaws & something about him being a perfect metaphor for the American military industrial complex (and marvel painting that as a good thing) doesn’t sit right with me.

The Illuminati got done dirty and the only reason they went down so fast was because Wanda had all that plot armor.

I thought the retcon of having Wanda be “destined” to become the Scarlet Witch since birth was an annoying cop-out. Her powers originating from being experimented on with an infinity stone was way more interesting.

Loki & Wanda have almost the exact same powers.

Nebula deserved a bigger rule in killing Thanos & everything else moving forward.

I love Kathryn Newton but her acting as Cassie Lang was the worst acting I’ve ever seen in the mcu, like it was outrageously bad.

I’m glad Sam is the new Captain America and not Bucky.

The fact that Bucky probably isn’t gonna be one of Thee lead characters in the upcoming avengers movies feels sick and twisted.

Secret Invasion was actually passable until the G’iah scene at the end. That ruined it. And Nick Fury deserved way better for his solo series.

Kang is so much more interesting than Doctor Doom. I really hope they just recast him.

Carol Danvers does NOT deserve the hate she gets.

I actually disliked Carol until The Marvels. That movie made me a stan.

The way people treat Monica as Wanda’s little inferior pet creation or smth & then brag about it is uhh very sus.

I don’t like sylvie (bc she’s an amalgamation of 3 different comic characters- which killed any hopes of them appearing individually in the mcu, the creators used her existence to butcher Loki’s genderfluid rep, & she was written poorly) & I HATE sylki (bc it’s weird & unnecessary).

Marvel isn’t dead. I actually love where they’re taking things. But that’s just me.

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The first season of “Loki” was the most popular of all the Marvel series to premiere on Disney+, and for good reason: The imaginative world of the Time Variance Authority (TVA) and the core relationships established within it — most notably the warm and hilarious partnership between Tom Hiddleston‘s title character and TVA functionary Mobius M. Mobius (Owen Wilson) — yielded one of the liveliest and most involving Marvel screen stories since the original “Iron Man.” But as impressive as Season 1 was, it was only a warm-up for the more ambitious, suspenseful, and poignant Season 2, in which Loki finally fulfills a destiny set up for him 13 years ago in the movie “Thor” — though in a way that neither he nor the audience could possibly have predicted.

The trajectory of Loki’s character from “Thor” to “Loki” Season 2 is about as complex a character arc as one can imagine, ranging from pure evil to selfless heroism and every gradation in between. For actor Tom Hiddleston, that’s both the pleasure and the challenge of playing the character. “It always feels different,” Hiddleston told IndieWire. “I get to play every note on the emotional scale.” Just as Hiddleston was able to expand upon and deepen his characterization, production designer Kasra Farahani used the opportunities provided by Season 2 to show additional aspects of the TVA and create worlds in which the characters would face their most difficult emotional, physical, and mental tests — tests which he helped shape as not only production designer but writer and director on Season 2.

The primary directorial voice on Season 2 was that of Justin Benson and Aaron Moorhead, filmmakers who have worked together for over a decade, primarily in the world of indie features. For the second season of “Loki,” they applied their character-driven sensibility to the largest-scale project they had ever tackled and found a sweet spot between spectacle and humanity that culminates in the season’s deeply moving final episode. By carefully planning their visual style ahead of time, they were free to focus on the actors and emotional content of each scene on set, resulting in a season that’s as entertaining and powerful as anything currently on television, comic book, or otherwise.

In the videos below, watch how Hiddleston, Farahani, Benson, and Moorhead crafted the most emotionally complex entry in the Marvel Cinematic Universe to date.

The Acting of ‘Loki’

When Tom Hiddleston first played Loki 13 years ago in “Thor,” he couldn’t possibly have known how much the breadth and depth of the character would encompass over multiple movies and a TV series. In Season 2 of “Loki,” Hiddleston was called upon to find new dimensions in Loki that brought both the actor and the character full circle. “One of the first things Loki says in ‘The Avengers’ is ‘I am Loki of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose,'” Hiddleston said. “It’s a line that’s full of arrogance and entitlement and hubris. In the first episode of Season 2, Mobius tells a story, and the conclusion is that sometimes, purpose is more burden than glory. Loki realizes he has to make a sacrifice, which is to give his life to protect the lives of others and to sit on a kind of throne. It calls back to a line from the first ‘Thor,’ when Odin addresses Thor and Loki and says, ‘Only one of you can ascend to the throne, but you were both born to be kings.’ Fifteen years later, Loki’s walking up to a kind of throne, but it comes in a shape he would never have recognized and almost a shape he dare not step into because he’s giving his life for others, but he’s consigning himself to solitude.”

The opportunity to play a character who begins as a pure villain and becomes a self-sacrificing hero has proven to be one of the great gifts of Hiddleston’s career. “The constant reward of playing this character is that the character itself contains the whole range of emotions,” Hiddleston said. “He has been playful, mischievous, transgressive, disruptive, spontaneous, unpredictable, mercurial. He’s been full of charm and wit but also had moments of great pain and solitude and loneliness and emotional turmoil and doubt and terror. I get to play all the chords and the keys on the piano; I get to play the light keys, and I get to play the heavy keys in the lower octaves. And I think that’s what’s been so great, so challenging and rewarding and fulfilling: that it never feels like the same gig.”

In the video above, watch how Hiddleston approaches the emotional journey of Loki and works with collaborators across departments to create the character.

The Production Design of ‘Loki’

Hiddleston and other actors on “Loki” have praised production designer Kasra Farahani for creating environments that facilitate their best work. His intricately detailed, often 360-degree sets produce an immersive experience for the audience as well. “I design in a way to give directors and cinematographers a lot of options in terms of getting a shot that’s very memorable,” Farahani told IndieWire. Season 2 of “Loki” has given us some of Farahani’s most elaborate and vivid sets yet, from a recreation of the 1893 World’s Fair to a “temporal core control room” inspired by Cold War architectural designs. Many of the sets grow out of Farahani’s attempt to present a relatable world that exists — at least initially — in a world with lower stakes than a typical Marvel story. “There’s an uncanny reflection of parts of the world the audience lives in, in terms of the bureaucracy,” Farahani told IndieWire, adding that for him, the show’s strength “lies in its particular cocktail of humor and character drama and weirdness.”

Keeping that tonal balance at the forefront is part of Farahani’s all-encompassing perspective. Season 2 of “Loki” provided new opportunities in this regard, as Farahani came on staff as a writer and also directed the “1893” episode. Being in the writers room allowed Farahani to contribute to the show’s world-building from the ground up and maximize his resources as a product designer. “I was able to flex a lot of muscle in terms of proposing the new direction these characters might go in, but also run it against my production design mind and feed that back into the writing process,” Farahani said. “It was as efficient as I’ve ever had the opportunity to be, because you’re getting out in front of some of the pitfalls that you get in writing, which is sometimes writing things that are too big and expensive for the amount of time you’re going to spend in them.” Directing on his own sets provided an additional pleasure and felt like a natural extension of his work. “I design every set the way I would hope it would be designed if I were directing it.”

In the video above, Farahani explains his approach to designing Loki’s sets and talks about directing the ambitious “1893” episode.

The Direction of ‘Loki’

Directors Justin Benson and Aaron Moorhead first worked in the Marvel Cinematic Universe on “Moon Knight,” and it was during additional photography on that series that they first learned of the possibility of working on “Loki” Season 2 from Marvel Studios president Kevin Feige. “The thing that made us pretty excited about it was that he said, ‘We don’t really have any reason to do it if we’re not going to do it completely differently,'” Moorhead told IndieWire. Given that freedom, Benson and Moorhead set about creating a visual style that departed from the first season’s more classical, tripod and dolly-oriented approach. “We did a lot of hand-held,” Benson said. “Low angles, wide angles, and close-up right on the eyeline.” The filmmakers had extensive conversations with cinematographer Isaac Bauman about the guiding principles for the visual style, which he then turned into a 700-page reference guide for everyone on set; that rigorous planning ended up giving Benson and Moorhead maximum flexibility when it came time to shoot.

“We decided to be extraordinarily rigid with our presentation so that we could be much more fluid with the story and the performances,” Moorhead said. “Because we knew exactly what we were going to do walking into any situation with the cinematography, that actually took a lot of the pressure off. We weren’t just figuring those kind of things out on the day, so what we could do is make discoveries in the blocking and the performances.” Moorhead added that the document created for the show also served as a North Star for other directors and helped everyone find a tone that was slightly different from Season 1. “There’s a pervasive sense of doom and dread through the show, and one of the things that results is a phrase that we use a lot, which is just turn down the volume. [That means] quieter performances where it seems people might often be yelling at each other — they end up whispering intensely. These emotions that would normally be heightened [created] a much quieter baseline so that whenever we had to go big, it felt even bigger.”

Watch the video above to hear Benson and Moorhead describe their approach to directing and how “Loki” fits into their overall filmography.

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Rough Ride (Chitauri Chariot): Invade Me Chronicles [Loki x Fem.Reader] 18+

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Part of the Invade Me Chronicles: A little project with some wonderful writers where Loki screws his way through Avengers 1 Summary: Invader Loki takes you for a ride. Literally. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Merciless Smut. Danger sex. Dom Loki (consent) Questionable logistics. Language. Canon insert. (w/c 1.5k)

“Sentiment.” you heard the figure mutter, his poised words dripping from his tongue like his brother’s blood from the blade in his hand.

You flinched as Thor kicked him into a sheet of glass, adrenaline pumping through your veins. You had been waiting for the right moment to help your blonde teammate. This was it.

A swift side-kick from your boot in those remarkable cheekbones would knock him out for a few seconds. Enough to grab the sceptre. Of that you were certain.

Loki's gaze flickered towards you with a wicked smile as Thor loomed above him. The meaning in his stare was lost on you until his hand curled around your leg as he rolled towards the ledge.

“Thor-” you gasped, before disappearing off the side of the building, falling towards the city below.

You hit something hard with a loud crunch, two strong arms wrapping around you as the wind whistled past your ears.

“And so we are finally alone…” Loki muttered, his warm breath ghosting your cheek before it was whisked away by the passing air.

Abandoned streets flew below you, every sharp turn of the open chitauri chariot making your flinch as you gripped the forearms on either side of your waist.

“I have you, little thing…” he murmured, “do you truly think I would let a prize like you splatter to the ground? Such a waste.”

His voice was clear. Perfectly tuned to your eardrum after days of watching him inside the cage aboard the helicarrier. Listening. Waiting. Your conversations had been brief, succinct and calculated. But his eyes had never left yours. Or yours his.

“Am I a hostage, now?” you yelled against the wind, a chariot whizzing to the side of yours making you flinch back against the god’s chest as he laughed.

“Perhaps” he murmured, his lips ghosting your neck, “would you like to enter negotiations for your...release?”

You shivered as strands of hair whipped against your face. You’d be lying if you said that he hadn’t inflamed the depths of your imagination the past several days. You might be sworn to protect the Earth, but you still had eyes.

His relentless pacing around the clear room of his cage, the tangible dark energy of his plotting mind penetrating the air, the dull rip of that leather as he moved. He was intoxicating. Mesmerising. You wanted him, desperately.

Your lustful mind had wandered to whether he was plotting another invasion; one of your senses, of your body. As his fingers toyed with the side of your tight combat trousers, you realised your instincts had been right.

“Is it safe?” you yelled, marvelling at the idiocy of your ill-considered words as skyscrapers flew past. Explosions thundered while alien beings crawling up endless buildings to your sides. He released a torturous laugh, shaking you against the handles as you gripped on for dear life.

“No.” he murmured in your ear, once he had regained his composure, “why ever would you think you would be safe with me?”

You groaned, cursing the velvet tones of the absolute sexual apocalypse grinding his hard cock against you. You could feel the thick pillar of flesh rubbing your ass through his leathers.

Christ, he was big. You knew he would be. Thoughtlessly your body pressed back into the source as Loki growled like an beast. It was so wrong. You should kill him. There was a knife in your boot. But on the other hand…

A large palm stained with blood pressed down on your skull, forcing you lower as a beam of blue light flashed dangerously over your head. You gasped, breathing heavily as he released you, turning your head to finally look at him.

He observed you from hooded eyes, the sharp lines of his jaw perfectly framed against his helmet. Those tantalising lips curled in the threat of a smile which didn’t reach his piercing stare...those deep blue irises radiating with war-soaked desire.

“It’s now or never” he said stoically, the words perfectly pronounced behind flawless teeth. You felt your pussy widen with desperation, begging you to do it, to have him; to submit.

“Invade me, Loki…” you whispered, the syllables tripping from your tongue not feeling like your own as they fluttered on the wind. Amazingly, he didn’t laugh.

His eyes narrowed, swerving the chariot with one hand as he gripped you tightly with the other. The strength of him was unbelievable, you realised, as he effortlessly kept you flush to his chest at incredible speed.

You manoeuvred skyward, ducking under a passing chariot which exploded across a nearby wall.

Loki pulled down the seat of your trousers, his long fingers dragging a trail through the wetness sliding between your thighs. “Mortal women” he chuckled effortlessly, ignoring the carnage “so easily impressed…”

Without another word, his concealed manhood filled you. You moaned against the searing wind, carrying your echoing cry far behind as New York blurred below.

One armoured hand slid around to rest on your stomach as you spread your arms across the front of the enemy vessel, the massive cock of their leader bottoming out inside your traitorous cunt.

“Fuuuck-” you cried, catching abruptly in your throat as the chariot tipped downwards, slamming Loki further inside you. He swerved dangerously to the side, avoiding a coming bridge; the ridges of his manhood twisting against your aching pussy.

You were absolutely going to die, so why did it feel so fucking incredible.

Loki’s eyes never left the scenes around him, eyes dancing with rampant lust at impending victory hanging with every scream of submission from below.

Nothing made him harder than submission. The mortals crying for their lives on the streets of the falling city...the realm's favourite heroine wrapped around his mighty girth, pleading for more. He owned them all.

He thrust into you, timing every rough breach of his manhood with a steer of the craft away from oncoming threat. With every flank of buffeting air, every twist of his control; you squirmed for more.

The pleasure in your muffled cries on the wind were second only to the fear seeping through your pores. You were incandescent with life, the delicious ecstasy of danger edging you to the brink of sanity under his touch. The smack of his leather against your thighs was the only feeling you knew aside from the sensation of that legendary cock splitting you in half.

You were going to die. And you were going to cum.

“God, fuckkk…” you screamed, breathlessly against the deafening sound of a city collapsing, the white-noise of your radio sizzling against your shoulder.

Loki growled, tipping the craft to the side as he sped up, zooming between the tall skyscrapers of 39th street. His hips bore down at the pressure as you slammed against the hood of the chariot, legs spread as he placed one hand on your lower back. The god's voice thundered in your ears as though he was inside your head, a lucid dream as you spiralled into a void of pure bliss.

“Say my name, Agent. Scream it for all your little friends as you pledge your allegiance to Midgard’s King. Show them what it means to truly yield.”

You obeyed, a strangled cry of his name thundering through the air as your walls clenched around his godly girth. You felt his grip tighten against your hip, a low rumble thundering from his throat as his thick seed filled you. You could feel it coming in waves, squeezing around the flesh that filled your core without mercy.

A tight swerve made his cock slip against the mess between your legs. It thrusted him again inside your dripping folds as your face pressed against the metal, a final flourish of your combined release.

Loki’s hand left your lower back, patting the back of your head like a well-ridden mare as he straightened, dragging the leather across your wet thighs.

“That was well done, Agent” he purred, “your people will be thankful for your service to their new-”

A thick wap stung the air as Loki’s hand flew upward, an arrow caught in his grip. His smug gaze swept to seek the source over the buildings whizzing past. He chuckled. “It seems your friends are more resistant to my rule than you, little one” he drawled, as you shook your head in alarm.

The arrow began to beep. It was one of Barton’s.

You turned your head, covering your face with your hands as an explosion filled the air. When you looked up, Loki was gone...and your ride was careening towards the Plaza.

“Fuck.” you muttered pulling up the ass of your trousers and positioning yourself at the helm. You pulled the chariot skyward, yanking it around before pressing the call button of the radio attached to your shoulder.

“Anyone got eyes on Loki?” Tony’s voice crackled.

“I have him.” you replied firmly, feeling the enemy’s seed sliding down your thigh.

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witchcraft and days/months/moons/weather/etc!

times:

dawn- air, success, travel, study, employment, money, healing, new beginnings

midday- fire, strength, courage, passion, emotion, money, protection

dusk- water, release, change, anxiety, bad habits, banishing, fertility

midnight- earth, divination, self awareness, development, spirit work, cursing/hexing

days:

sunday- sun, sol, action, energy, justice, growth, money, power, management, divine intervention, friendship

monday- moon, mani, psychic ability, creativity, intuition, emotion, invocations, divine inspiration

tuesday- mars, tyr, passion, challenge, strength, truth, activity, conflict, sex

wednesday- mercury, odin, career/job issues, intelligence, communication, travel, planning, research

thursday- jupiter, thor, finances, legal matters, spirituality, development, money, growth

friday- venus, frida, romance, relationships, emotion, reconciliation, beauty, self care, enviromentalism

saturday- saturn, loki, planning, home, future, bad habits, ending relationships, weight loss, release, goals

months:

january- beginnings, healing, money, protection, strength, life

febuary- astral realm, emotion (particularly love), banishing, purification

march- fertility, success, innocence, spirituality, prosperity

april- beginnings, fertility, growth, spirituality, cleansing

may- divination, well-being, enchantment, love

june- abundance, marriage, prosperity, fun, creativity

july- emotion, dream work, light, purpose, strength

august- abundance, prosperity, wisdom, prophecy, animals

september- confidence, home, self care, manifestation, protection

october- spirit work, memory, stability, dream work, divination, darkness

november- cooperation, divination, healing, hope, inspiration

december- devotion, peace, new life, death, prosperity, strength

weather:

rain- purification, cleansing, release, healing

lightning storm- power, manifestation, protection

hurricane- (very powerful!) banishing, hexing, power, protection

snow- balance, silence, transformation, change, letting go

hail- banishing, protection, cursing

clouds- travel, calming, potential, change

fog- shielding, protection, divination, insight, spirit work

heavy winds- intellect, learning, travel, breaking habits, energy work

sunshine- charging, courage, passion, strength, energy

heat waves- emotion, power, stagnation, cursing

meteor showers- magickal boosts, energy work, power, renewal, cycle

solar eclipse- banishing, renewal, active, strong masculine energy

lunar eclipse- banishing, renewal, passive, strong feminine energy

moons:

new moon- fresh starts, intentions, manifestations, cleansing, shadow work, self development, divination

waxing moon- growth, planning, taking action, new projects, travel, potential

full moon- power, strength, success, goals, charging, banishing, cleansing, intuition, divination

waning moon- releasing, banishing, grounding, internal working, reflection, meditation

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Just a Number

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader meets Bucky at a party and the attraction is more than either one of them wants to resist.

Notes: Since most stories are younger readers I felt like having a more mature reader could be a nice change of pace. Especially since I'm creeping up on senior discounts and want to believe Bucky could fall in love with someone like me.

I try to keep my readers description vague but, as always, she's female, tall and this one is obviously 40+

Chapter 11

After Val left, Y/N went in to speak to Pepper about her unexpected visitor. Pepper shared her concerns about this strange woman showing up out of nowhere and they spent the rest of the afternoon researching and compiling information on Val. Her jet set upbringing, parents murder, her relationship with Nick Fury and alliances with a number of bad guys painted a murky picture of someone who was obviously high up in the intelligence communities pecking order. Pepper gave her some tips and tech for dealing with that crowd.

When Y/N and Dawn made it home the first thing that Y/N did after greeting Olivia and the dogs was take an electronic device and check the rooms until it started beeping around the dinner table. She looked all over it and found a small electronic device stuck to the underside, which she crushed under her heel then dropped into the dogs water bowl. She set the bowl on the kitchen counter and did the same thing a few times when she found other devices.

When she was sure they had all been found and destroyed Y/N sat down on the couch and slumped into the cushions. Dawn made them all drinks, then she and Olivia sat and waited for Y/N to explain what was happening.

Y/N took a long drink before sitting back up and looking at her sisters.

"I had a surprise visitor at work today, I think you've met her" she looked at Olivia who didn't know what to say so Y/N went on "Contessa Valentina Allegra deFontaine or "call me Val" stopped by the office to let me know how she thinks I'm really good for James and should encourage him to accept her offer so she can keep my family safe."

Dawn let out a string of expletives before asking "Who the Hell does she think she is? Coming in and threatening our family. I have half a mind to-"

Y/N tried to calm her "Sissy, calm down. There's a reason I searched for bugs before talking about her. Pepper and I have spent the afternoon looking into this woman and she is high up in the intelligence community with some interesting history. Not the type we can just bury in the woods."

Dawn was seething "I'm just tired of being fucked with by outsiders. What is this project she wants him involved with."

Y/N shrugged "She never told me but seemed awfully sure I could influence him into accepting her offer. Based on what Pepper and I found on her, I don't think it's something James will want to be involved in.

If I ever even see him again, which is doubtful, I would never push him towards anything he wasn't comfortable with. On the off chance that we do see him again we won't be mentioning any threats against us, regardless of who she is. I won't have him doing something because he thinks he has to protect me."

She looked at them both with a question in her eyes and Dawn nodded, always having her sisters back.

Olivia looked sacred and couldn't offer the same promise "But, Y/N what if she-"

Y/N held her hand up "No matter what, Olivia. We must stand united, as a family. Always."

Olivia looked at her and nodded meekly.

Y/N smiled softly "I know it's scary but we can't let her bully us."

A few days later, on Saturday night, Y/N was woken up by someone pounding on the front door, her puppy bolting out of the bed and barking his way to the door.

"Loki! LOKI! Sit!" He promptly sat but she could still hear him growling softly and patted his head.

She looked thru the peephole and gasped, not believing her eyes, standing shocked for a minute before she opened the door. "James?"

Bucky felt his knees weaken when he saw her, mussed hair, sleepy eyes full of confusion....he had never seen anything so beautiful. Suddenly all the words he had wanted to say to her were caught in his throat and he was at a loss, unable to do anything but stare at her longingly.

He felt something touching his hand and his heart sped up, thinking it was her reaching for him but the cold, wet nose pushing against his hand shocked him out of his daze and he looked down to see the dog licking his hand.

He looked back up at Y/N and she giggled "Loki. That's enough."

She gave Bucky a small smile and opened the door "You've been cleared by security if you want to come in."

As he entered, Dawn wielding a baseball bat, and her dog were stumbling down the stairs.

Dawn stopped at the bottom of the stairs to assess the situation but her dog went to check out the new person.

"Thor! Get back here, don't go kissing on the intruder." She snapped in annoyance.

Bucky looked at the dogs at his feet and couldn't help but laugh "Loki and Thor? Holy shit!"

Dawn shook her head and looked at Y/N with an eyebrow raised, questioning. Y/N nodded and Dawn headed back up the stairs "Thor! Bed!"

Her dog whining, looked at his brother and reluctantly followed her up the stairs.

Once Bucky stopped laughing and closed the door he felt her staring at him and he lost his words again.

He reached for her and sighed sadly when she pulled back "Y/N, doll, I'm so sorry for showing up in the middle of the night but we just landed at JFK and I couldn't wait any longer to see you, it's been so long and everything is such a mess and I-  I can go if you want."

She shook her head and looked at him tiredly "Well I'm awake now. Come in and have a seat. You want some coffee or something?"

Bucky shook his head "No, thanks. I'm alright." He stared at his hands before taking a deep breath and stammered

"I, fuck I uh I don't know where to start I feel like I haven't seen you in ages and so much has happened."

He looked up at her hopefully. "I want you to know I never wanted her. I mean, those pictures. I didn't want her. She kept flirting with me and I told her no a hundred times but I didn't, I mean I guess I did something but she drugged me and I never wanted her. I don't even remember anything. You could even ask Sam and Captain America can't lie, you know." He gave her a small smile that she returned, making him feel warm inside.

Y/N listened as he rambled nervously, her heart fluttering at how hard he tried to convince her but her brain was more skeptical. "She drugged you? How does that work on a super soldier? You told me you can't even get drunk except on Asgardian liquor so how?"

He shrugged "I don't know specifics but she must have given me a strong enough dose, way more than a regular person would need to knock them out. We were drinking shots playing some crazy card game and then I woke up naked, next to her. I don't want to sound paranoid or like I'm making excuses but I think John was in on it with her because they were fucking around the rest of the trip-"

A gasp caught both of their attention and they turned to see Olivia, eyes wide, filling with tears and with a hand over her mouth. "Who wh who was John messing around with?" She was barely able to spit it out.

Bucky looked to Y/N helplessly, deducing that the strange woman must be John's wife Olivia.

Y/N gave him an apologetic look and hurried to Olivia's side as the sobs started coming.

Dawn appeared like out of nowhere and put an arm around Olivia's shoulder then nodded her head towards Bucky, wordlessly telling Y/N she had Olivia before leading her back to her room with Thor.

Bucky shook his head when Y/N returned to him "Shit, I'm so sorry. That's his wife Olivia isn't it? I I didn't-"

She shook her head "Of course you didn't, you couldn't have. She received a letter that Johnny was MIA over a month ago and has been staying here ever since. They haven't had any kids yet and he won't let her get a job or any pets so would have been home alone all this time. She's been helping train the puppies and has dinner ready most nites when we get home."

Bucky carefully reached for her hands, scared she would pull away again, and sighed in relief when she didn't.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, doll. I've really missed you."

He slowly pulled her into him and wrapped his arms around her.

Y/N let him pull her into him and felt her eyes filling with tears as she hid her face in his chest, fighting to hold them back, fighting to hold back all of the emotions she had been dealing with since the last time they were together but the sobs beat her and he squeezed her tighter and rubbed her back, burying his face in her hair.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart. I never meant to be gone so long and I'm sorry that you got those pictures and I'm just sorry."

Y/N nodded and sniffled, trying to wipe the tears on his shoulder "I know, it's ok. I mean not ok but it wasn't your fault."

Bucky looked in her eyes and even tired, red and full of tears they were the prettiest eyes on the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

"I can't promise there won't be any more long absences but I can promise no one will ever catch my eye or my heart like you have."

Y/N giggled "Yeah, I met another one of your other girls while you were gone."

Bucky was confused "Other girls? I don't have anyone but you. Who did you meet, exactly?"

Y/N nodded "Yeah, I guess that's not fair. She didn't really seem like your type and had a very long name but insisted I call her Val."

Bucky stiffened "Val was here? What did she want?"

"Not here she stopped by Stark Tower to meet me. She made sure that I knew that she knew every single detail about me and my family before telling me that I should encourage you to accept her offer but wouldn't tell me what it was. So I didn't make any promises. Pepper and I looked her up, she's pretty high up on the intelligence community tree which makes me wonder how much she can be trusted to follow through on anything she promises."

Y/N paused to let him tell her about his interactions with Val but he was quiet too long for her liking so she pushed. "You've obviously met her so tell me, what's her deal? What does she want from you?"

Bucky looked at her for a moment, considering how much he should tell her since he didn't want to endanger her or her family but realized that Val visiting indicated Y/N was already in danger, no matter what he did.

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair

"She works for, or maybe with, General Ross and they are making plans for if he becomes president. I say if but she seemed pretty confident he will win."

Y/N nodded to encourage him to continue "They are putting together a team, like the Avengers but all with, I think she said troubled, pasts. Me, John and she mentioned people from the red room where Natasha, I mean Black Widow was trained. Val strongly encouraged me to work things out with you, said you would help keep me grounded. I just don't know if I want to get into a team under a man who pushed the Sokovia Accords and has threatened to send me to the raft more times than I can count. I mean, can I really trust either of them? And do I want to weigh you down with a partner who has to be away risking his life?"

Bucky paused to catch his breath "To make matters worse she didn't really give me a choice. I can join their team or they'll get my pardon revoked and I spend the rest of my life in the raft."

Y/N looked at him confused and she was so adorable he wanted to kiss her but restrained himself and explained

"The Raft is a top secret ultra high security prison created for enhanced individuals that's located somewhere in the North Atlantic. It is underwater unless someone is coming or going but prisoners don't leave."

He saw her brow furrow and her face grew red, she started shaking

"What?! That's no fucking choice, they can't do that to you. We need to tell someone. Can't let that little bitch make you join their team. Why, I have a good mind to-"

Bucky rubbed her back "Calm down doll. Unfortunately they can. If it happens, then he is president and a traitorous assassin vs a highly decorated general slash president, isn't a fight I can win."

Y/N whined "But Jamie, you can't-"

He shushed her "Hey, sweetheart. It'll be ok. I'll be ok. You're the one I'm worried about."

"Why? What's she going to do to me? I'm no good in a fight so she doesn't need me for her team." Her nerves twitched, hoping Bucky wouldn't realize she hadn't told him everything.

He heard her heart speed up and saw the small drops of perspiration on her forehead "Y/N honey, did Val say anything else when you spoke to her? Are you sure there wasn't anything else? She didn't threaten you did she?"

She jumped a little "Threaten me? What do you mean? Like she would kill me or something? I don't know what you mean."

He saw her pupils dilate and how she wouldn't look him in the eyes. "Baby" he said softly while stroking her back "I need you to tell me everything. If we're going to try to make this work we need to be honest with each other."

His hand moved some hair out of her eyes and held her chin gently until she looked back at him and quickly away

"It's nothing" she mumbled something else he couldn't understand.

Bucky sighed "Ok well I guess that's my answer. Take care of yourself doll. I'll get out of your hair." And started to pull away.

Y/N couldn't bear the thought of him leaving again "Wait. Jamie."

He kissed her on the forehead "Look doll, it's alright you can tell me anything."

She looked away and mumbled again.

"Y/N" he gently scolded

"Fine. She said if we were together and you took her offer that she would make sure my family stayed safe, like we'd get hurt if you didn't. I didn't want to put more shit on your shoulders that's all."

Buckys eyes flashed anger "I'll have to talk to her about that. Threatening the people I care about is a deal breaker."

He caressed her cheek with his flesh hand "I don't know if I want to put any trust in Val or Ross but I do believe they would lock me up and never think twice about it and if I'm locked up then I'm not with you and I really want to be with you."

Y/N looked at him, searching for any trace of uncertainty in his stormy blue eyes but there was none. "Good. I want to be with you too."

Bucky grinned at her "You're sure? Cuz once you're mine, you'll never get rid of me. I'll follow you to the ends of the galaxy."

"Isn't that supposed to be ends of the earth?" She questioned with a giggle.

Bucky shook his head "Not with some of the friends I have."

He looked at her for a moment before pulling her close and kissing her. The kisses started soft and gentle until she let him in and Bucky groaned at her taste, she felt the rumble in his chest to the tips of her toes and whined at the rush of wetness in her panties.

Bucky kissed down her neck mumbling against her skin "so sweet, never get enough of you doll"

He stopped suddenly and sniffed when she whined and growled "dammit baby, you smell so fucking good" before kissing her hard holding her with his hand on the back of her neck. He moaned as she ran her fingers through his hair, pulling gently.

When he had to pull away to catch his breath he looked at her guilty and pulled away "Fuck, I'm sorry. That's not taking it slow, I just missed you so much and I-"

Y/N looked at him with lust darkened eyes "Shut up and carry me to my room, Sarge."

Buckys breath caught "Anything you want doll, is yours."

Chapter 12

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[silhouette-cosplay]

Hi there! I was wondering, do you have any thoughts on the briclot concept art, for example, from the point of view of Loki's character? What did the artist want to say with it? Idk, I just like it a lot but I don't really know how to analyze costumes, and I feel it might be interesting to hear an opinion of a professional. Anything to share? 💚

So I'll start at the source, with what Aleksi said about this concept on his FB! (he generally does not talk as much about the thought process behind his work as some of the other vis dev people but that's okay!)

It seems like initially, in the early development states of Ragnarok, they were going for a much darker, Norse-Viking-fantasy aesthetic not unlike The Dark World, but even more gritty (which I would have killed for, but here we are). The materials and colours here are definitely the right vibe for that, and there are three or so other Loki concepts that have a similar feel.

Anything more than what Aleksi said here is kinda up for interpretation, since we just don't know. I definitely see a look that is still heavily influenced by previous costumes--the leather criss cross layers, the gold torque at the chest, the asymmetry of the skirt panels--but it's also veering away from the gleam of Asgardian armour and the focus on gold.

This costume brings out more green (Loki's signature colour), but it's been calmed down, desaturated, and if I may venture a stretch of the imagination--tinted with blue. Blue, of course, is the colour of Loki's Jotun form; so whether this is intentional or not as nod to that, I like to headcanon that it's some sort of acknowledgement or acceptance of the duality of Loki's nature.

This look is also much much more worn; it feels like something that's not just for fighting, but for travelling in harsh climates (could the fur be for Jotunheim?). There's less metal armour--less weight and less need for protection in battle--but the leather is heavy and layered and would be a protection against the outside elements. The leather carving on the chestpiece is particularly interesting to me because the linework is not quite what we've seen before in Asgardian style, which is all intricate knotwork; this is a little more simplistic, a little sharper and more geometric, and it almost reminds me of the lines on the Casket of Ancient Winters and the pedestal it rests on:

Is it deliberate? Who knows! But it's fun to think about!

The other thing I noticed is the metal bits on the hands—they do vaguely resemble the Mjolnor symbol—and again, whether it’s intentional I don’t know, but I do see a resemblance!

The fur cape is my favourite, because my eyes see not just fur but feathers. In the comics, Loki is also associated with birds (the magpie), and in both the MCU and mythology there are associations between ravens and Asgard. So I like the idea of the cape being this beautiful blend of creatures, a symbol of multiple natures and change and shapeshifting and adaptability and all those things that Loki is. I could probably keep going, but those are my main thoughts! And I think it's important to reiterate that this is interpretation more than anything; I don't know what the artist intended or how much symbolism is truly in the costume, but I enjoy projecting my own ideas onto it!

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Title board created by the wonderful @mochie85!

Lesson Twelve

Saving New Asgard from The Flock comes at a cost: all of your hope that you can save yourself and Loki at the end of the year, when your most violent instinct consumes you for the first time, showing your true potential for destruction.

**MASTERLIST HERE** Pairing: Soft!Dom!Loki x F!Reader Content Warnings: smut, extensive mentions of death, euthanasia, and death-related philosophy, some dark content (though the characters won't be), exile, moodiness, smut, kinks of various flavors (look for specific chapter warnings), trauma and mental illness, reader is a captive, reader has a body count

Chapter-Specific Warning: descriptions of violence

Luckily, it didn’t take too much athleticism on your part to climb up to the one-story-high rooftop, though you didn’t immediately make yourself visible over the rain gutter either. Instead, by balancing with one foot on a shutter, you silently watched for a moment through Loki’s ankles as he stood with his back to you.

“Just come with us,” Jonah demanded. “Find the girl, and we will leave these other demons.” 

Just use a projection, Loki! you thought. 

“No, I won’t be going with you, and neither will Y/N. Nor will anyone else be subjected to your shitty attempts at purging them again,” he answered. 

Jonah looked to Torvald, who nodded and sauntered over to the roof’s edge, posing his AR15 downward and into the crowd, causing Loki to break face by throwing up a hand. 

“To what ends does this false battle achieve for you and your god?” he asked. “Valhalla knows the difference between heroes and actors. Believe me, I’ve been both.” 

“Speak your words of Hell no longer!” cried out the pregnant wife, holding her pistol up with both hands, trained on Loki’s chest. 

He rolled his eyes. “As if I would ever make a willing reference to my sister or her words,” he mumbled. “Murdering villagefolk will not work. You have one chance to leave without ending any more lives…once The King gets here you’ll truly be in for it.” 

You bit your lip. 

“QUIET LOKI!” shrieked Jonah. “Where is the other?”

“Probably halfway to Iceland by now,” Loki snarked back. “Your problem is with me, not my student.” 

Torvald was beginning to lose his composure as Loki took two bold strides forward in an attempt to control the situation. “Now…give your orders to your men to leave New Asgard alone--” 

“--GET BACK!” Torvald stumbled and fired his gun.

“AAGGH!” screamed the woman as two bullets hit Loki, sending him backward but not over the roof. Loki himself barely flinched when he was shot. Both bullets had only grazed his skin, one in an arm, the other on his shoulder near his neck. The wounds were, thankfully, superficial. Shaving razors would have left deeper cuts. 

You didn’t know this. You didn’t know anything that happened after that moment, because watching Loki tumble backwards at the sound of a gun volley, you blacked out and something more primal took over your brain. Something defensive. Something dark. 

The gray smoke on your skin increased in density around your hands until it was a massive halo of dark indigo smoke, billowing and blinding. You scrambled onto the roof as you began growling under your breath in rage. When you appeared, all three of The Flock’s royal family shrank back in instinctual fear. 

“This is MY village,” you chanted. “MY village. MY home. They are under MY protection, and if you DARE to return again, you and your families will all die.” 

Loki’s eyes went wide with genuine shock at your threat. Torvald gritted his teeth and raised his rifle again in a bout of boldness. He never had a chance to pull his trigger. 

As if you’d known how to do so all along, you felt a surge of something building in your core…a power you never had before, something you were gaining from the world around you. The voices of the dead were whispering in your ear, bringing you energy, fifty-thousand voices instantly telling your instincts what to do. 

With an instant jerking-back of your hand, as if rearing back to throw something, your smoke formed a rope, and with a whipping motion, you threw your hand out at Torvald, sending the whip unfurling across the roof and wrapping itself around his body, sending it collapsing to the floor as instantly as your death touch would have done.

You didn’t cry, scream, smile, or even breathe in for a moment. You were blinded to anything other than protecting Loki and New Asgard. Still, Torvald’s body flopped lifelessly at Jonah’s feet as you reared your magic back, posed to strike again like a maddened cobra. 

The woman screamed again. 

“Oh mercy, it’s worse…Maria, go!” Jonah shouted quickly. “Tell everyone to retreat!” Maria didn’t move, frozen in place, petrified with fear. 

You drank in the added energy the death gave you. You’d never in your left felt so invincible, so strong. You almost could deplete the entire cult if you had a mind to…

You didn;t have time to develop such a notion, however. As soon as Maria and Jonah had leapt from the roof in order to beat a hasty retreat with The Flock, he looked at you with sorrow. “I’m sorry, this is all my fault. I’ve done this to you…”

You looked back, still in your state of rage, unsure of why he was putting you to sleep with his magic until it was too late.

Blinking awake, you felt light and dizzy as you re-entered your fully-conscious self, lying in bed with your blanket tucked around your shoulders. Katja was seated next to the bed, keeping silent vigil like a kindly grandmother, her eyes reading one of your textbooks on death, this one being about cultural depictions of the entity. 

“Ka--Katja?” you asked. 

She quickly put the book aside, a gentle smile on her face. “There’s our special guardian,” she said motherly, brushing some hair out of your face. “How are you feeling?”

“A little dizzy, but otherwise…quite well, actually. What happened?”

Katja’s smile faded. “Loki wanted to be the one to explain it. I don't think I could anyway.”

“Is he okay? Bring him!” You attempted to shoot up to a fast sitting position in bed, but it only served to worsen your dizziness, and you had to lean back against the headboard as Katja tsked. 

“I’ve never seen you so volatile before, so rash,” she mumbled observantly. “He’s in the other room. I’ll get him. Please try to stay calm...and in bed!”

She returned quickly with Loki in tow, looking far worse for the wear despite no evidence of injury. “You’re alright!” you said happily, which coaxed the smallest smile out of his sullen demeanor. 

“Yes, thanks in no small part to you, Y/N,” he answered. Katja quietly closed the door behind her, leaving you and Loki alone. 

“How long was I asleep?” you asked. 

“It’s a little after one in the morning, so roughly twelve hours.”

“I missed the end of the festival?” you asked, before quickly realizing how dumb you just sounded. 

Loki shook his head. “You’re still a little hungover from your attack, I see. Seven Asgardians are dead. The festival ended early.” 

Tears almost instantly flooded to your eyes, stinging them with panic. “No. No…I didn’t..?”

Quickly backtracking, Loki threw a hand over yours with a reassuring headshake. “No, pet! No, it was them! You likely prevented that seven from being seventeen or even seventy! I promise, love, what happened wasn’t your doing.”

“I’m sorry…” you began stumbling over your words, the tears coming anyway as you attempted to explain yourself. “What did I do?”

“What do you remember?”

You thought, twisting your lip as you tried recalling the events of earlier. “All I remember is seeing you being shot, then getting so angry that my smoke turned into a whip.”

Loki cocked his head with curiosity. “A whip, you say?”

“I…I killed him without touching him, didn’t I?” you asked softly, wishing you didn’t already know the answer. 

He kept his face as neutral as possible while he delivered the bad news. “Yes. You did. Effortlessly. I’ve personally never seen anything like it.”

“Oh my god,” you whispered, burying your face in your hands with shame. “I can’t believe I did it. I didn’t mean to! I swear!”

Loki took a breath. “I think you entered a rogue state, Y/N.”

“What is that?” you asked. 

He held his breath as his hand tightened around yours. “Again, it isn’t your fault. Some magic users…they have ways they can black out and completely give their bodies over to their power. It turns them into…”

“...monsters?” you finished. “I became a monster?”

“Oh, Norns, do let me finish!” Loki groaned, before quickly regretting being so harsh upon seeing your hurt face. “I wish I was better at comforting you,” he admitted. “Bedside manners are a new concept to me.”

“I heard voices, they were encouraging me to do it,” you said before realizing that you sounded like a complete lunatic. “No, that didn’t come out the way--”

Your teacher held up a hand. “You really do need to remain calm. We’re all in shock today, but it’s imperative that you let me finish,” he said. 

You nodded obediently. Loki squeezed your hand. 

“It’s a highly dangerous state, but, like anything else, it can be controlled and contained. Otherwise, don't you think S.H.I.E.L.D. would’ve attempted to destroy that massive green boulder who nearly broke my spine in half? His power is a rogue state.” 

“The voices?”

He shrugged. “I cannot say what those voices meant. Perhaps you summoned the power of the dead to guide you, like that night in the cemetery. I cannot do more than hypothesize, however.”

The first tear fell down your cheek as you hung your head. “I’m going to be put down now, aren’t I?”

“I beg your pardon??” Loki nearly choked. 

“I’m too dangerous! If I don’t even need to touch people to kill them anymore, there’s no use for me in this world, is there--?”

Loki nearly leapt on you, throwing his arms around you and holding you fast to his chest. “Say that ever again and I’ll end you myself,” he hissed. “I won’t allow you to speak of yourself so deplorably. I won’t let them execute either one of us. We will figure this out and we will win our freedom!” 

You let him hold you, gently rocking you back and forth as you let the tears dry. “Where did they go off to? The Flock? Are they gone?”

He shook his head. “Brunnhilde is attempting to contact the country’s government as we speak, though they are also a bit hesitant to be in contact with us as well, so no one knows how long it might be until authorities can drive them away for good.”

“Shit,” you muttered. “They could still return.”

Loki rested a palm on your cheek, the cool touch of his skin soothing the sting from your tears. 

“Well, if nothing else, they will fear you so much more after today that I can’t imagine them returning before the end of the year,” he assured you. “It was, admittedly, a sight to witness.” 

“What did I look like?”

Loki’s smile came back in earnest as he recalled your appearance as your rogue state consumed you for the first time. “Your eyes glowed crimson. You were furious. It was…marvelous.”

You couldn’t help but blush while he elaborated. “It looked as if you were about to shoot my brother’s lightning from your hand, but instead, that man just crumpled over. But then…then you looked at the others, and then at me. I realized then that you weren’t yourself, and that was when I brought you to sleep.” 

You were quiet for a moment. “So…seven dead?”

“Please don’t,” coaxed Loki, kissing your forehead softly and wrapping himself tightly around you. “Save your sorrow for the memorial tomorrow, and just rest in my arms today. No lessons or study are necessary.”

The materials that the New Asgardians had procured to create wishing boats were fashioned into similar little boats, only lined with straw, grass, and lilies. At sunset the following day, the entire village came to send the seven people who were felled by The Flock off into the afterlife. You wanted to join them in their work, but Loki forbade it. 

“I need you emotionally recovered, and I was even considering refusing to let you attend tonight--”

“--fuck you, I’m going--”

“--I knew you’d say that.” 

Ultimately, you agreed to keep your distance from the sorrow during the day, and Loki agreed to bring you to the funeral ritual at dusk. You didn’t have the energy to argue either way. In a sweet attempt to occupy your mind, he’d gone to the market for supper ingredients. 

“I was thinking about that beef stew the other night, and was hoping you’d make some,” he said. “And, I was also tempted by the fact that the stock included everything necessary for--”

“--a cake!” you said, smiling as you inspected the bag he’d set on the kitchen countertop. “Of course. You know how cooking helps me sort through my thoughts.”

“I’m afraid, while that was certainly a motivation for seeking out groceries, it was secondary to more selfish reasons,” he admitted, expressing the closest you imagined Loki had ever come to embarrassment. “I was known for having the most dire addiction to pastries and fruits in the palace. It was a childish fault, but one I still fall victim to.”

“The great trickster god Loki is a sugar fiend?” you giggled. “That’s uncharacteristically adorable of you.”

“I know, quite a scandal,” he murmured sheepishly. “And it wasn’t exactly kind to my teeth either.” 

Your smile warmed your soul, the laughter brought you relief as much as Loki’s gesture. “You’re welcome to watch as I bake,” you offered. 

He shook his head. “I have another project for this afternoon that I must see to.”

Frankly, the time alone that afternoon was welcome in the long run. It gave you the chance to plan out exactly how you were going to admit your feelings to him. A funeral was far from the right place, so you were going to ask him to take you into the woods tomorrow, to get back to practical work. There, you would be alone and out of earshot.

But was it the right thing to do, or was it crossing a line? How far was Loki willing to go in keeping the bond alight between you? Long enough to successfully complete the year’s test? Longer?

Deciding that once you’d laid out your plans, it wouldn’t help to dwell on the risk you were undertaking, you finished making supper and dessert just in time for Loki to come downstairs, holding two small boats made of wood, lined with lilies, runes etched into the sides of each. 

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said casually, “but I was selfish and gave us both a wish anyway.”

“Those are for a memorial!” you gasped. 

“We’ll go further down the shore than the rest to launch them,” he acquiesced. This was enough for you. 

“What do they say?” you asked. 

Loki winked. “I don't think I will tell you. You’ll just have to trust me once again.”

After eating, Loki practically needing a bib to keep the three helping of stew off of his leather vest, you walked down with Ivar and Katja, each of you holding a boat. You went your separate ways once you reached the square, Ivar and Katja going off with the crowd, you and Loki branching off and tiptoeing through layers of reed and rock in order to reach a more private portion of the beach. 

The King’s voice carried well on the wind, and you could hear every word of her eulogy. She wasn’t exactly the most eloquent public speaker. In fact, she had to be three drinks into the evening based on how her vowels slurred together. She did, however, address each victim by name and age. The oldest among the victims had been elderly, the youngest an adolescent. Each one had their families launch an arrow at their funeral boats as each drifted off into the fjord. Then, the rest of the archers followed while the citizens launched their boats. 

At the same time, Loki lit your boats, and you gently set them adrift to join the rest before sitting on a rock to watch the twinkling lights of the ceremony begin to flicker away. 

“I wasn’t allowed to attend my mother’s funeral,” Loki said softly, slipping a hand into yours. “I was imprisoned by my father for my crimes against New York.” 

You leaned your head onto his shoulder, broad and warm. “That’s awful.” 

“They left me to languish, to blame myself for her death as she was lifted to Valhalla,” he continued. “She taught me seidr. She handed me the King’s saber when he fell into the Odinsleep…and I wasn’t able to say goodbye.”

“She knows you were kept from her against your will,” you insisted. “She still loves you.” 

“Love,” Loki scoffed, his voice deepening in pensive candor. “Love is for children.” He spoke the words as if reciting them, perhaps pulling them from a memory. 

Your heart sank at these words. “But--” 

“--the best we can ever hope to achieve is trust. If you learn to trust someone, as I trust you and you trust me, you gain an ally. If you love someone, you only gain a ticking clock.” 

You sighed. “I’m disappointed that you see it that way,” you replied, “but I can understand why you do.” 

Never in so few words did your hopes and plans collapse and fall apart, creating a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. He’s not in love with me. He can’t ever be.

“Though,” you found yourself going on in spite of yourself, “I’m afraid I didn’t quite see the same distinction you did.” 

Loki took a minute to absorb what you were saying. He quickly withdrew his hand from yours. “Perhaps we should stop being affectionate then, if I’m leading you so astray.” 

“You could never love me, then?” you asked meekly. “After what’s happened between us so far, you can’t even entertain the idea?”

“On the contrary, I believe I can,” he admitted. “Which is why we shouldn’t. It could endanger us.”

“Fine then, we’ll stop having sex. And I’ll just…focus on knife-throwing for now and not bother you anymore.” You got up to remove yourself from the moment before you began crying. 

“Y/N--”

You ignored him, deciding to leave him sitting alone while you rejoined the ritual. The crowd of Asgardians was now quietly observing the glowing display as the seven victims of The Flock dissipated into gold dust, which floated into the air and scattered into atoms across the night. 

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[projectprotectloki]

Ok, I have been trying to think of a concise way to describe how I feel about this movie, but I’m just going to have to be nit picky for now. There’s just too many little things to unpack.

#1 Infinity Conez

*sigh* Where do I even begin?

While this is a tiny, inconsequential bit in the movie, it just was a clear reminder that this movie doesn’t get it. Rather than honor and continue what has come before it, this movie chooses to just make fun of it all and do their own thing. In what world would Thor go from depression and grieving over Thanos and the infinity stones and then be okay with turning it into a tourist treat? It’s just weird!

New Asgard is a community of Asgardian refugees and survivors. In the beginning of Infinity War, we see Thanos wipe out half of the people on the vessel. It is gruesome. It is horrific.

It does not get fixed after the blip. Those people are still lost. By Thanos. By the infinity stones. The friends and families of those taken are now living in New Asgard to have a fresh start and cope with what has taken place.

So why would they be okay with giving this guy a funny ice cream stand?

When he killed half of their people? Tortured their would-be king and murdered their prince?

Sounds to me like this movie doesn’t care. This movie chooses to ignore that fact and make this a nonsensical thrill ride while ignoring the history, grandeur, and legacy of the Asgardians.

[sarahscribbles]

How would Loki share his love?

This is such a sweet ask!

Firstly, because I imagine Loki has been touch starved all his life, he's big on showing physical affection. He never wants you to doubt even for a second that he would burn down worlds for you. He's always finding a way to touch you, whether it be sneaking up to wrap his arms around you or kissing you randomly throughout the day, he'll always find some way to have his hands on you.

Loves giving you little trinkets because he knows they'll make you smile. Even if you only casually mention that you might want something, you can expect Loki to move heaven and earth to bring it to you. This could be a rare book you're lusting after or an exclusive Starbucks coffee. So long as you're smiling, Loki is smiling.

Praise, praise and more praise. Like physical affection, Loki didn't get a lot of praise growing up, so he's going to shower you in it to let you know how proud he is of you. Maybe you've just finished a long project for work or finally did that scary thing you've been putting off, but he'll drown you in praise so you always feel seen and worthy.

It goes without saying that Loki is also extremely protective. He shows his love for you by threatening to rip the throats of anyone who upsets you or makes you feel bad about yourself. No one speaks ill of his darling mortal.

(I'd love to read anyone else's additions)!

[smokeowl-mx]

THE OWL HOUSE...THEORY...?

Ok! Wanna dump something here real fast before it leaves my mind forever.

-Piece by the amazing @moringmark . A faithful representation of Phillip Wittebane's afterlife. Rest in Pain, b**ch!-

Something that actually bugged me about The Owl House was Phillip's name change to Belos.

Given he was a human and had enough knowledge to warp around as the Emperor of the Boiling Isles, his name had to mean something like Hunter's.

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T CLAIM TO HAVE ALL THE ANSWERS, THIS IS JUST WHAT SOME RESEARCH LED ME TO. IT MAY BE WRONG OR STANDING ON FALSE INFORMATION. IF YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS SUBJECT FIRST HAND, FEEL FREE TO CORRECT ME AND GET ME OUT OF MY IGNORANCE.

Doing some research for a project I'm making. I stumbled upon the main deities of slavic folklore.

Perun, whose equivalents would be Zeus, Odin and/or Thor.

And his chaotic sibling: Veles, whose equivalent is Loki and Pan.

Even though I say "equivalents" is just so you get an idea of their abilities and roles. Perun was the main god of the pantheon with power over lightning, symbol of order.

Where I wanna go with this is what Veles was.

Veles was also known as Welos, he was not just the god of nature and shepherds, but also god of the barrier between this world and the underworld, guide of souls through the threshold and, get this, GOD OF MAGIC, ALCHEMY AND WITCHCRAFT!

Philip not only turned himself into a "Prophet" and Emperor, but, to his own DAMN SATISFACTION, HE BECAME A GOD FOR THE WITCHES. Everytime a Witch called his name, they were calling him their God.

After The Collector gave him the weapons to rule over the Isles, he felt himself as superior to them, even more so than he already did. So much so he gave himself the name of one of the few MALE GODS OF WITCHCRAFT to prove his point across. THAT'S THE EXTEND OF THIS GUY'S NARCISSISM!

Still don't believe me?!

Veles or Welos was often portrayed in two forms:

A horned inverted triangle and a Horned Man (thus, the horned mask)

Some of the animals that represented this deity were the snake, the dragon and the owl. Belos had a very slithery personality and a slow way of dealing with those who opposed him (like a snake killing it's prey) eventually became a Dragon (when he took the Titan's heart hostage) and the Golden Guard's mask looks like an Owl.

Also, remember that guardian of the threshold thing I said previously, it fits with his whole "protect the world from evil" BS he believed.

Given he couldn't do magic, he did alchemy. If you're familiar with the work of an artificer or FMA, you should get the idea. Alchemy was a pseudo science, antecesor of modern chemistry, that studied the world, it's elements and magic to harness it to make things as the famous Philosopher's Stone and Lead's transformation into Gold. One of the matters of study of alchemy was resurrection. Thus, the Grimmwalkers.

Following the previous point, Red was often asociated with the Stone and it's abilities, it also meant "the end of a great work". What leads me to believe his and Hunter's "Magic" were product of alchemy and, maybe, the creation of a Philosopher's stone.

Given the hints and little winks TOH makes to FMA, I believe I ain't jumping any sharks.

Though his Puritanism also influenced how things would run with the Isles under his control. He wanted to feel like a God, but without the Witches knowing it (because it will blow his cover in a sec) so, he gave himself a name connected to everything he hated, but that could elevate him without suspition: Belos, The God of Magic, Alchemy and Witchcraft.

So yeah...what Elijah from Not so average Fangirl said in "Hollow Mind" wasn't that far off.

Belos, for Witch and Hunter = Witch Hunter.

@danaterrace You have my love and respect.

Thanks for everything! Can't wait to see what you make next.

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[marv-el-spot]

I cannot believe I'm reading with my own two eyes that some ppl are saying that Sylvie's arc is solved and Marvel should forget about her and instead, complete and explore more Mobius character, moving forward.

I mean, I totally understand that they want to see their fave again, I get it, of course!

(And before saying anything else, I'm not attacking Mobius here, like they feel the need to do constantly to Sylvie, I'm just describing what happened in the show.)

But please, let's be realistic! He's a retired TVA agent, who admitted not being a man of action and she's a goddess whose potential was wasted in season 2!

Mobius ends retired and saying he would stay around and see what they were protecting. Sylvie literally ends with 🤷.

How is Silvie's arc solved??

They don't have to like Sylvie but please, let's not pretend it's bc she is a poorly written character, like some of them like to justify it, and not bc she's in the middle of a ship. Because, guess what: SHE WAS a poorly written character in SEASON 2 and they all are still here hating her, wishing Loki had killed her and for Marvel to never bring her back.

Sylvie had an uncertain ending and I'll take it, if Marvel have plans with her in future projects, where she can really have her arc completed by writers that really cares for her character. And reunite her with Loki, since we're here asking, right? 😁

(if you got here, thanks for reading!)

[jessiarts]

Here's yet another design in my series of pride Norse designs that I'm creating as a fuck you to nazis appropriating the runes and other symbols in hopes that if we can make designs of them that are so blatantly gay they won't want to touch them anymore. (Previous designs: Pride Loki Runes | Be Gay, Do Pride | Pride Yggdrasil with Runes)

Well, technically it's two. Two designs depicting the Valknut made of Pride flags/Pride colors.

Historically (and currently) the Valknut is a symbol meaning that people are willing to sacrifice their lives for a cause. Valknut literally means "knot of the slain warrior." It's also worn by those wishing to honor a deceased friend, loved one, or fellow soldier. Unfortunately, there are some who have taken to use this for a less than noble cause.

However, there are still those who use this symbol that don't stand for hate, and so I've designed these Pride versions- because I just thought, think of how many have already died for this cause? Either fighting for it, or murdered because of it. Think about Stonewall. The AIDS crisis. Think about how many people had already risked their safety just being open about who they were, or protecting those in the lgbt+ communities. And how many still do.

And if you need examples of said warriors, here's a short video covering just some of who've died in this fight that I thought fit perfectly here:

[Thank you again to @caseyhwilkinson for showing me this video by @plantbasedbirdgirl on TikTok.]

So let's take it back from those who may use it for less than noble causes, and take this symbol to remember those who were forced to fight and are no longer with us because of it. Honor their memories.

* * * Just like the previous designs, I'll be hosting the full-res file of this design as a free download on my Ko-Fi for people to use to make their own apparel/stickers/whatever. And also hosted on Threadless [Design 1 : Pride Valknut | Design 2 : Pride Flag Valknut] for those who can't print them on stuff themselves (or just don't feel like it) but still want something with these designs on it. Each sale will also make an automatic donation to various LGBT+ charities like the It Gets Better Project and the National Queer and Trans Therapists of Color Network.

I'll be making more of these designs and also be taking requests for a bit if there are any pride rune/Norse designs anyone might want to see made, feel free to just drop them in my ask box!

[in-my-loki-feels]

Title: Like You Mean It Rating: M Fandom: Loki (TV) Relationship: Loki/Mobius M. Mobius, President Loki/Mobius Some Additional Tags: POV Mobius M. Mobius, President Loki Being An Asshole, Non-Consensual Kissing & Groping, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Protective Loki, First Kiss, Love Confessions, A Remix of the Pie Scene from s02e02 Word Count: 9.2k [complete]

Summary:

“The TVA didn’t just prune you, it pruned your branch,” he said. “There isn’t a timeline to go back to.” In a movement too quick for Mobius to track, Loki crossed the distance between them and yanked Mobius' head back with a tight grip on his hair, exposing Mobius' throat. He froze at the touch of a cold blade under his Adam’s apple. “You aren’t giving me many reasons to leave you alive, little agent,” Loki murmured. Up close, he really did look like the Loki Mobius knew, enough so that it made Mobius’ breath catch. Maybe Mobius had overestimated his ability to talk his way out of this situation.

Inspired by @wolfpup026's incredible President Loki & Mobius pieces here and here (which you should really go check out), I bring you the first of a two-part of a series where President Loki does bad things to Mobius and then does bad things to Mobius’ variant, if you catch my drift. 😏

This takes place post s02e01 and can be considered canon-compliant or merely slightly divergent. I hope you enjoy!

For anyone disappointed that President Loki isn't endgame, he's the star of the next fic and gets to have even more fun then. >:3